White Crocodile
I strolled passed
The great stone
On Mascot ave
And a sly white crocodile
Crept through my legs
A sly white, sterile crocodile.
Cunning and ancient
As the days,
It slipped beneath
My baby's pram.
The lights burnt out
At home again
As we rode
On the back
Of the old
White reptile.
life's entrapment
For cheeky
Maori Bread men.
By corrinak
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